Random Ass Shit

How We Met - EraserMicCloud

Aizawa walked through the halls of UA silently to get to his class. The school day was almost done and he'd finally get to go home and sleep. He was tired of walking around all day going from class to class and just wanted to leave. As he entered entered his last class of the day he spotted his desk in the back of the room surrounded by people. When Aizawa approached everyone turned and started pointing and laughing at him. He didn't understand why until he saw his desk. Written all over were words like "faggot" "go die" "useless"  "worthless" "gay freak"  "fat" "villain" "stupid" and "ugly". Aizawa bolted from the room not caring when he heard his name being called. He ran out of the school with his bag hanging on his shoulder. He ran and ran until he was out of breathe and couldn't run anymore. He sat on the cement in an alleyway and let his tears roll freely down his face. Why him, why did it always happen to him. He already knew that he was useless, and Ugly, and worthless so why did they always have to say it. He honestly just wanted to die. It's not like anyone would care. They all hated him. His parents, his classmates, his teachers. He had no friends. Why would someone ever want to be friends with him. He reached into his backpack, feeling around until he found what he was looking for. The razor. Rolling up his sleeve he pulled the razor out of his bag and started cutting.

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The razor was thrown out of his hands by a huge gust of wind. Looking up he saw a beautiful young man with long light blue hair and gorgeous hazel eyes. He looked worried, almost frightened by Aizawa. It wasn't surprising honestly. If Aizawa wasn't in his UA uniform he would've looked like a hobo. Though he probably still did sense it was all messed up and dirty. And that's when Aizawa noticed the boy was also wearing a UA uniform. But he was different. The glint in his eyes was kinder then anyone Aizawa has ever seen before. He looked genuinely concerned for Aizawa instead of just faking it to gain his trust. The blue haired boy crouched in front of Aizawa and checked out his arm. It felt weird to have someone touching him so gently. Aizawa was so used to the forceful hits and shoves he didn't know what it was like to be touched with such care. And by someone he had just met. It only made things more embarrassing that the boy was absolutely gorgeous. Aizawa couldn't help but watch as he reached into his bag and pulled out bandages. He carefully wrapped them around Aizawa's arm making sure it was secure, but not to tight. Finally, the bluenette looked into Aizawa's eyes carefully studying his face. Aizawa wished he had a brush on him so he could tidy up his hair. The boy probably thought he was a loser for being so messy. His clothes were a mess, his hair was a mess, he was a mess. He wanted to die right then and there. But, that would also mean he'd have to die before he even knew the nice boys name. Suddenly Aizawa felt a fluttering in his chest. Gosh, he just met the guy and he's already crushing on him. He knew nothing about him for Pete's sake. Then, out of nowhere, he smiled at him. Aizawa could feel his heart pounding in his chest and his face heat up. Yup, definitely crushing on the guy he's never met and knows zero about. Fun. "I never understand why it's the prettiest people who want to hurt themselves" the boy said, making Aizawa blush even more "I'm Oboro Shirakumo it's a pleasure to meet you" the bo- Oboro Shirakumo held out his hand and Aizawa hesitantly took it. "I'm Shota, Shota Aizawa.." Aizawa mumbled, and Shirakumo smiled at him again. "What a lovely name, would you like to join me for a drink at the café just down the road" Shirakumo said "y-yea sure" Aizawa replied. 'This is the first time someone has ever asked me to hang out with them' Aizawa thought as Oboro led him to the café. The two boys sat down at a table by the window. Aizawa stared at his hands, trying to avoid eye contact. Shirakumo was so hard not to stare at, his eyes just seemed to draw him in. Aizawa heard the chime of the door being opened and looked up when Shirakumo called whoever had just walked in to sit with them. Aizawa looked up and saw a cheerful blonde, in a UA uniform, bounding towards them. He plopped down next to Aizawa and held out his hand. "Hiya!! I'm Hizashi Yamada!! I'm a first year at UA high and my hero name is Presentation Micheal!!"  Oh.. it's the guy who helped Aizawa pick his hero name. "I'm Shota Aizawa" Aizawa said taking Mic's hand. Mic smiled at him then turned and started talking to Shirakumo. Both of them tried to include Aizawa in their conversation but he really just wanted to listen. He liked that they didn't forget about him though. They actually gave him a chance to talk if he wanted to and didn't judge him if he said something weird. Instead, they started laughing and joking about it. They even sometimes said more stupid things then he did. It was fun. Aizawa even laughed a little bit. These boys were so kind even when they'd only just met him. They were like angels. Kind and beautiful creatures sent to earth to bring happiness and love. Aizawa wished this moment could last forever. But unfortunately everything has to come to an end. As the sun began to set the three boys got up and left the café. Aizawa was about to head home when he heard his name being called. He turned around confused as to who would call his name. Shirakumo smiled at him "your not really gonna leave without giving us your number are you" he asked with an amused tone. Aizawa felt his heart skip a beat. They wanted his number. They actually wanted his number. "U-uh it's *** *** ****" Aizawa said, watching as Shirakumo and Mic wrote it into their phones and saved his contact. "We'll see you tomorrow at school!!" Mic yelled as they started walking down the road. Aizawa smiled watching them run down the road pushing and shoving eachother playfully. He picked up his bag and started walking home.

-At Home-

Aizawa walked into his house and immediately went into his room and flopped on his bed. He thought about the day he'd had. He'd gone from everybody hating him, to TWO people wanting to be his friends. And in all honesty, he wanted to be theirs to. Shirakumo had seen Aizawa cutting himself and he'd still wanted to be friends with him. He knew what he was getting into but he didn't care. Aizawa had never thought he'd feel this way, but, he was actually excited to go to school tomorrow. He got to see Mic and Shirakumo again and he couldn't wait. Aizawa felt his phone buzz in his pocket and took it out to see what it was. He had a message from an unknown number. Clicking the message he read through what it said and couldn't help but smile:

*** *** ****
HEY HEY!!! It's Shirakumo Oboro, is this Aizawa Shota??
Aizawa Shota
Hey Shirakumo. Yup this is Aizawa

Aizawa saved Shirakumo's number to his phone and set his contact as 'Cloud Kid ☁️' remembering that he'd mentioned his quirk let him make clouds

Cloud Kid ☁️
I'm adding Hizashi, is that ok?
Aizawa Shota
Yup 👍
Cloud kid ☁️ added *** *** **** to the chat
*** *** ****
HEYOOOOOOOOO

Aizawa smirked and saved Mic's name as 'Loud Blonde 🎙'

Loud Blonde 🎙
Hey Aizawa, I know we aren't close or anything but can I call you Shota??
Aizawa Shota
Yea sure
Cloud Kid ☁️
Me to!!!
Aizawa Shota
Sure 😅
Cloud Kid ☁️
Awesome!!
You can call me Oboro 🤙
Loud Blonde 🎙
And me Hizashi!!
Aizawa Shota
Ight, I'll see you guys tomorrow
Cloud Kid ☁️
See you!!
Loud Blonde 🎙
Byeee!!!!

Aizawa felt himself drifting off to sleep with a smile on his face for the first time in he doesn't know how long. He had people who cared about him. He felt at peace for once. He couldn't believe it.

He'd met his first friends...

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-damn this room along time to write but boy was it fun!! I hope you guys enjoy this oneshot I made!! This is probably my favourite thing I've ever written 😩 See you guys next time!! ~Merry-